Filip Bunkens

Poem Of the week | The Freeze by Christian Ward

The Big Freeze of 1963

turned London into an open-air museum.

Foxes, caught in a taxidermist’s pose,

frozen in suspended animation.

Geese locked in cloud vaults.

Blackbirds glued to lawns. Trees

hard as enamel. The streets 

shed their colours. Every resident

hermetically sealed. Childhoods, too.

The Thames, a poem showing 

the city’s truth. Stepping outside

to receive November’s cold,

It feels like 1963, time suspended

like our love, the confetti of leaves

a map out of wherever the cold will take us.

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